"Mm." Raylan would ask more about that later, when he wasn't busy with this oddly stopped fire. He looked up at the ceiling. "Why not restore the place, add electric lights?"

He stepped over the line with only a little bit of drama, one boot setting down carefully before he brought it's mate over too. A moment passed and then he looked back at Malcolm. "Maybe you're a more sensitive canary then I am." That wasn't a bad thing.

But moving forward, Raylan almost began to sense what Malcolm meant. The walls and burned book spines were.. more intimidating and twisted up into a dark nothingness that even the daylight that did get in didn't touch.

"Why does this feel like the Lighthouse stairwell all over again."